hello, I'm Lucy, I love to wear brusk dresses. But lately, I've discovered my t-shirts are almost as long as my dresses. I wonder If I could give-up the ghost these t-shirts as dresses.

This is my first day trying it out. I'm wearing prospicient underwear, they're kinda like loot shorts. Just in fount. I'm getting a few odd stares, but most don't tend to notice. I think they assume I'm wearing short underneath. A lot of little girl do that. I think.

This tee shirt is even small-scale, I can't use my loot shorts anymore, just veritable step-in for now. Hmm, it does just look like a t-shirt.

At the parkland now, found a vacillation open. My shirt isn't long enough for me to sit on. I have to be deliberate. I keep my legs together as I swing so no one sees my panty. It's kinda heavily to swing this way. It is hot out this summer, I bet a lot of people have been in the pond. I wonder if my panties could hap for swimwear. I start to swing openly. My shirt ruffle in the jazz. panty seeable to the park goer. A few capitulum turn but I think they assumed it was my swimsuit. This is middling fun. Flashing my panties in populace. Wait, my shirt ! Its up too heights ! I just flashed them my boobs. I'm not wearing a bra, my tits are flat anyway. I get off the swing and point back dwelling house. Too embarrassed to stay.

I don't know if I can break anything poor than that last shirt. My scanty will definitely start to show. There's no way I can let my shirt bobble up like that again. I know, I'll wear this cute little belt. That'll restrain my shirt down. Heh, It looks like I'm wearing a matching skirt. Wait, why not bend it into a dame ? I can even give myself a crop top. count at how cute it is ! You can see my nice mat tummy and sex cuts with my shirt open like this. That skirt seems to stay on with just the stress of the rap. So long as no one yanks it, I should be fine. hold ! How am I going to keep my shirt down ? Oh well, I must be careful.

I'm out and about in my t-shirt cut in two, minus a chunk in the middle. I love the feeling of the breeze. It makes me feel fragile. I'm at the plaza this time. A lot of mass are giving me glance. I love the tactile sensation. My skirt is so short. They must be waiting to see my pantie. Something tells me people enjoy following me up the escalator. I'm going shopping now, look at all these tee shirt. I would love to make a chick and craw top out of these. Wait, this one's already a crop top. I wonder how brusque I could progress to the skirt.

I'm walking out in my new outfit. An even tiny skirt, and a touch of underboob. A little ass cheek never hurt anyone. They seem to wish it when I walk next to the ice railing on the second base. Ooh look, a lingerie shop. Look at all these cute step-in. I couldn't wait, I wore them out the store. Some frilly G-string. scarcely covers anything.

Phew ! My legs are getting tired. I have to lean against the Methedrine. I hope no one is looking from the first storey. Although, if they did, they would get to see my new very expensive scanty I just bought.

What 's this ? The ice is fogging up ! I'm soaked down there ! I run to the bathroom, I can't resist giving myself the finger or two.

There, that should curb me. But what about my new pantie ? I don't want them getting ruined ! I'm gon na soaking right through them. They're so slim down and string like, I bet I could tie my hairsbreadth with them, and no one would even comment !

Wow, what a gracious feeling ! The breeze between my legs and under my shirt. Oh god, every sentence I walk it rides up on me. I might have accidentally flashed someone my puss. Hehe, lucky them. The duck soup just feels so nice !

Ok, clock time to go home. I can't keep back it any longer. I need to spend a few hour in front of my reckoner, if you know what I mean. Gosh, I keep having to pull my skirt down ! Someone has definitely seen my treat. I have to terminate along this bridgework. Maybe I can fit a finger or two. No one's walking near me. Mmm, I'm tendency against the railing, sliding my skirt up a bit. I just need to rub my puss for a mo. God that's good ! I need more ! Oh diddly-squat ! This is an overpass ! It was subdued earlier but now it's like rush hour ! They saw. I know they did. Me rubbing my pussy. Worst part is I didn't even cum !

There, a public privy. I barely shut the drag one's feet door before I start fingering myself. I can't assistance but moan a niggling to myself. I'm imagining doing this on the overpass again. This time on purpose. Cars are honking, traffic slows. God that would be so sexy.

Park Ranger :"hello ? Is anybody in there ? It's evening time and we need to fold up !"

Oh crap ! It's the Park ranger.

Lucy :"Oh, ok. I'll be out in a minute !"

Ranger :"Is everything ok ? You sound distressed."

Lucy :"Oh, I'm absolutely ticket, thanks for asking."

fire warden :"I saw the way you were walking in the first place, I just wanted to make for sure you're not hurt."

Lucy :"I just twisted my hip a bit, just require a moment."

forest fire fighter :"You know I used to do PT endorse in the day, maybe I can help."

Lucy :"No, it's ok. delay, you know what ? cum in."

I unlock it while fixing my annulus. That's not the Park fire warden, that's the Janitor ! He looks so old ! His nametag says Jenkins.

Lucy :"It's my hip, my sinew are so sore."

Jenkins :"That's ok ma'am, I remember when the Miss had that problem, a spry massage and a stretchability should set you straight."

Lucy :"Oh, could you ?"

Jenkins :"Not a problem. You just need to grab the pelvic girdle like this and apply some pressure."

Lucy :"Oh god, yes ! Right there. Mmm, that's amazing ! Get the inside of my hips. Higher, higher !"

The nervousness hit me just right. I can't stop.

Lucy : `` You need to rub down me recondite. ''

I say this as I grab his junk over his clothes. He's already swollen.

Jenkins :"Anything to aid someone in need !"

He jams his peter in. Dirty and sweaty from a retentive days work.

Jenkins :"Hot darn, ma ! You take me back to high school schooltime !"

Lucy :"Oh god yeah, just ease up it to me !"

He is railing me from behind. It's just what I need. He's making me cum already.

Jenkins :"Giving you the shakes already, am I ? Well, you know, one time rarely gets the job done."

Lucy :"Oh, thank God !"

He continues to be intimate me. Bringing me to over a dozen orgasms in the future 60 minutes.

Lucy :"My peg, I can't even stand anymore !"

Jenkins :"Just a little longer, I'm almost finished !"

He grabs me by the hip joint and buries his putz deep into me. Firing his semen through my neck. I can find each spatter as it enters me. Hot and combustion, running deep into my cranny. Filling my unprotected womb with his dirty old man seed. His sperm probably doesn't even piece of work. Then again, he has been keeping it up for over an hour. If his sperm are frail, he's made up for it in volume. They won't need to swim far if my unharmed uterus is full.

It 's almost 9pm, if I hurry, I can urinate it to the pharmacy and get some plan b.

Jenkins :"Ma'am, I need a favor from you. I'm not as immature and nimble as I once was, and I hurt my hip in the process."

Lucy :"Don't vexation Mr., I will fix that up for you lickety-split."

I straddle him on the bath base. Working my pelvis over his putz. I think it's making him feel better. I must riposte him after that wonderful job he just did. I can get programme b in the sunrise .